The bell!
The big bell in the tavern,
Sounded at cock's crow,
So loud it was,
That blissfully,
but silently waited,
Eyes gazed upon,
Staring cowardly,
A verdict was to be pronounced,
A decree,
One that the world, changed it would,
Wherewith shall the sword lie?
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
